My 55 fiction

His hands began to sweat. The forest looked peaceful in the sunshine and she was enjoying the fall colors. She didn’t notice his anxiety.

“Sweetie”, he stopped and looked into her eyes, trying to reach the engagement ring in his pocket. “Nooooo!!!” She frowned.

His heart sank. Slowly, he turned around.

That’s why! A skunk!



This happened to my father-in-law when he proposed to his wife. Now they are still keeping a skunk toy at their house to memorize this event. As I was writing this story, I found it hard to keep the length exactly at 55 words. I had to cut some details so the story could move on within limit. I did consider putting the end of story at the beginning, but it’s even hard for me. It’s very fun to write this story and, even though I “struggled” during the work, I felt happy when it’s done.

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